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Richard Lovelace - Lucasta`s World Epode
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                    I.
Cold as the breath of winds that blow
To silver shot descending snow,
  Lucasta sigh`t; when she did close
    The world in frosty chaines!
  And then a frowne to rubies frose
    The blood boyl`d in our veines:
Yet cooled not the heat her sphere
Of beauties first had kindled there.

                    II.
Then mov`d, and with a suddaine flame
Impatient to melt all againe,
  Straight from her eyes she lightning hurl`d,
    And earth in ashes mournes;
  The sun his blaze denies the world,
    And in her luster burnes:
Yet warmed not the hearts, her nice
Disdaine had first congeal`d to ice.

                    III.
And now her teares nor griev`d desire
Can quench this raging, pleasing fire;
  Fate but one way allowes; behold
    Her smiles` divinity!
  They fann`d this heat, and thaw`d that cold,
    So fram`d up a new sky.
Thus earth, from flames and ice repreev`d,
E`re since hath in her sun-shine liv`d.
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